Tag Archives: Flash Fiction

A shorter, more recent version of this story exists. See: Sal’s Pawn & Metal Emporium Mike frowned at the “Closed” sign in the window of Dick’s Pawn Shop and looked down at the American Eagle — an ounce of platinum — … Continue reading →

“Are you going to shoot me, Max?” Wallace stood by the desk in his basement workshop, his hands raised, and watched Max very carefully. In Max’s hand was Wallace’s 9mm Browning Hi-Power, and it was clearly aimed at Wallace’s forehead. Wallace … Continue reading →

What follows is a tiny bit of science fiction that was inspired by Cicada 3301. I’m not connected to Cicada 3301 in any way. I’m just a guy who thinks the clandestine nature of Cicada 3301 and the complexity of … Continue reading →